So the BPI Squirrel walked up to the Professor of Astrology Janitor and asked: "If there are 99 bricks on a truck and one falls off, was it an odd or an end?"
Oh dear.
It seems the BPI Squirrel wasn't around for The Cream Cheese Incident.
More below the fold....
Note: Professor of Juronursinfosystology FarWestGirl's guest lecture on messaging and packaging has been rescheduled for March 24th.
Disclaimer: It will make more sense if you read the diary first, then the Tip Jar, then the Tuna Can. Just sayin'.
Datclaimer: "Just sayin'?" Don't get all snooty with me.
Deotherclaimer: STFU and let them read.
Definalclaimer: Fine! [mutters]
For those who don't remember or weren't around, the Cream Cheese Incident began late last March, when the Janitor Professor of Astrology went to teach his 8am class wearing only cream cheese. Of course the cream cheese melted, creating quite a mess, and more than a small stir among the students. The students got over it. The Professor of Astrology Janitor, however, was incensed at having to clean the melted cream cheese off the classroom floor. So he wrote a blistering letter to the Janitor Professor of Astrology. The Janitor Professor of Astrology then wrote an equally irate response to the Professor of Astrology Janitor. As is so common with flame wars, it escalated until he stopped talking to himself altogether.
The BPI Squirrel, knowing nothing of this, asked about that 99th brick and chaos ensued.
"It's an odd!" the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. "Ninety-nine is an odd number. Duh!"
"It's an end!" the Janitor Professor of Astrology replied. "It was the last brick on the truck."
"It was the first brick off the truck!" the Professor of Astrology Janitor fired back. "The others probably came off sooner or later."
"Then it would be number 1, not number 99!" the Janitor Professor of Astrology said, his chest puffed out smugly.
"And 1 is an odd number!" the Professor of Astrology Janitor replied, voice dripping with disdain.
"BUT IT FELL OFF THE END OF THE TRUCK!" the Janitor Professor of Astrology said, now speaking in all-caps.
"SAYS WHO?" the Professor of Astrology Janitor replied, adding boldface. "THE SQUIRREL DIDN'T SAY IT FELL OFF THE END. ONLY THAT IT FELL OFF!"
"WELL IT COULDN'T FALL UP OVER THE SIDES OF THE TRUCK BED!!!!" the Janitor Professor of Astrology said, now adding italics and extra exclamation points.
"AND. HOW. DO. WE. KNOW. THE. TRUCK. BED. HAD. SIDES!?!?!?!?" the Professor of Astrology Janitor countered, placing a period between each word and interspersing question marks with exclamation points to illustrate his unquestionable logic.
Needless to say this escalated to include the use of language we shall not detail here. He's still at it and he'll probably end up not talking to himself, again.
We'd blame the BPI Squirrel, but he didn't know how touchy these things can become. Besides, he had more to say in the Tip Jar....
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Happy Wednesday!